National Poetry Month, Day 3: Olga Sedakova
Today’s poem comes to me via my friend Sandra, who handed me a piece of paper last night with this tiny, strange, and to my mind beautiful poem on it.
It’s by contemporary Russian poet Olga Sedakova, whose work I am not familiar with. Try as I might, I cannot find mention of the book this poem comes from, or who translated it, or even its title, but here it is:
I will say, and you will not believe me
How much I love the night and the road,
How much I love to have been chased away,
And to be chased away again tomorrow.
–Olga Sedakova
Until tomorrow,
Susie
I'm working from the premise that motherhood is not just all diapers, tantrums, and setting limits. It's interesting. Okay, sometimes. 